"The Veela's Ring" (Bill/Fleur, NC-17)
Title: The Veela's Ring
Author: j_lunatic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill/Fleur
Summary: Bill really ought to have known what he was going to get before he agreed to take the Veela's Ring.
Warnings: Needles; piercing; light bondage; oral
Disclaimer: I am neither J.K. Rowling (creatrix of the Potterverse) nor any of the corporations to which she has licensed her creation.
"We're being watched; family safe in hiding." The silvery weasel Patronus spoke in Arthur Weasley's voice, and then dissipated.
Bill and Fleur exhaled fully for the first time since they had Apparated straight from the Burrow, where they had just been married, to Shell Cottage, their new conjugal home, to escape a Death Eater invasion. Bill briefly stepped outside to layer more protective charms on the house.
When he returned, in the bedroom Fleur was removing Great-Auntie Muriel's diamond-and-moonstone tiara and shaking out her impressive head of waist-length platinum blonde hair. "Mon beau mari." She stepped forward, and her bare arms slid around her husband's shoulders. "Did you read that book of Veela lore that I gave you when you asked me to marry you?"
Bill had put the book aside for later, assuming it to be a second-rate Tales of Beedle the Bard. "Of course," he bluffed.
"Ah! Then, I wanted to ask you if you wished to take the Veela's Ring."
"Sure." If for centuries wizards had desired Veela so ardently, surely this ring was something equally desirable?
"Bien!" Fleur slipped the straps of her white satin gown off of her shoulders, and the garment fell to the floor, revealing her perfect form. She wordlessly gestured with her wand, and Bill's dress robes jumped two feet to the side and crumpled to the floor. She took his hand, and led him to their marital bed. Bill grinned.
Fleur positioned Bill's shoulders up against the headboard. With a flick of her wand he felt shackles binding his wrists to the bed frame. Reason number 5731 why witches were better than Muggle women. She Summoned the silver-backed hairbrush from her dresser, Transfigured it into a cock ring, and slipped it on his stiffening member. Bill would have asked, "Is that the Veela's Ring?" but the cold metal on his hot genitals stole away his breath.
Fleur straddled Bill and kissed him deeply and lingeringly, pulling his long auburn hair out of its leather tieback. He could feel his cock sitting up and...saluting. Fleur pulled back. She reached out to caress first the earlobe from which his dragon-tooth earring hung, then his left nipple, which had been pierced under unremembered circumstances one night in Cairo that had begun with palm wine and absinthe. "And of course you are not afraid of pain?"
"Of course."
Fleur smiled, and dipped her head to take Bill's cock into her rosebud mouth. Bill closed his eyes with bliss as Fleur swirled her talented tongue around the head and under the foreskin. He wriggled with delight at the warm, wet suction on his prick.
As Bill began to feel in his balls the first promptings toward orgasm, Fleur suddenly stopped her attentions. His eyes popped open to see Fleur Summon a pair of tweezers from her dresser, and Transfigure it into an extremely fine, sharp needle--was she about to give him another piercing? Surely the needle was too fine for that? She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, extracting a lone strand, and threaded the needle with it.
Bill's eyes widened with alarm as Fleur brought that needle not to his unpierced earlobe or nipple, but to his still-hard cock. He gasped with pain as the needle penetrated the edge of his foreskin, only to be strangely exhilarated by a rush of endorphins. Fleur smiled wickedly up at Bill, and neatly hemstitched her new husband's foreskin with her hair.
After the initial pain and surprise, Bill groaned with delight. The needle was so fine--and Fleur was sewing with such swiftness, precision, and force--that he barely felt the needle as it slipped through his flesh. And fortunately Fleur did not stitch the foreskin to the head of his penis. He felt positively proud of his ability to endure, and even on some level enjoy these...alterations to his prepuce.
After completing her sewing task, Fleur leaned in to bite off the extra thread of her hair, and lick at the tiny drops of blood that adorned Bill's cock. Then suddenly she pulled her head off of Bill's prick and sat back on her heels. "You did not read that book of Veela lore." She was not asking a question.
"What--? Of course--"
"If you had read the book, you would know that while a man who has taken the Veela's Ring experiences exponentially enhanced sexual pleasure, he also will never be able to make love to another woman. I cannot imagine any man who knows this being so eager to take the Ring."
Bill slumped back against the pillows. While on his wedding day he didn't want to think about possible future adultery, the idea of never being able to possess another woman--after all, wizards lived so long, and marriages ended due to death or other reasons....
Fleur leaned in to kiss Bill on the cheek. "I see you are giving my words their proper due. Of course," she smiled wickedly, "I am only one-quarter Veela, so I do not know if my Ring will have the same effect. And you will understand that I could not bring myself to ask Maman if Papa took the Ring when they were married, or if it had the complete effect."
Bill suspected that his new father-in-law had taken the Ring. Louis Delacour showed every sign of being what Bill's American colleagues back in Egypt would call "pussywhipped," and being ecstatically happy in that state.
Fleur smiled lovingly and undulated forward to take Bill's still-hard prick in her mouth. Just as Bill was about to come in that beautiful, beautiful mouth, an idea popped into his head: would the Veela’s Ring prevent him from having sex with another man?
Author: j_lunatic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill/Fleur
Summary: Bill really ought to have known what he was going to get before he agreed to take the Veela's Ring.
Warnings: Needles; piercing; light bondage; oral
Disclaimer: I am neither J.K. Rowling (creatrix of the Potterverse) nor any of the corporations to which she has licensed her creation.
"We're being watched; family safe in hiding." The silvery weasel Patronus spoke in Arthur Weasley's voice, and then dissipated.
Bill and Fleur exhaled fully for the first time since they had Apparated straight from the Burrow, where they had just been married, to Shell Cottage, their new conjugal home, to escape a Death Eater invasion. Bill briefly stepped outside to layer more protective charms on the house.
When he returned, in the bedroom Fleur was removing Great-Auntie Muriel's diamond-and-moonstone tiara and shaking out her impressive head of waist-length platinum blonde hair. "Mon beau mari." She stepped forward, and her bare arms slid around her husband's shoulders. "Did you read that book of Veela lore that I gave you when you asked me to marry you?"
Bill had put the book aside for later, assuming it to be a second-rate Tales of Beedle the Bard. "Of course," he bluffed.
"Ah! Then, I wanted to ask you if you wished to take the Veela's Ring."
"Sure." If for centuries wizards had desired Veela so ardently, surely this ring was something equally desirable?
"Bien!" Fleur slipped the straps of her white satin gown off of her shoulders, and the garment fell to the floor, revealing her perfect form. She wordlessly gestured with her wand, and Bill's dress robes jumped two feet to the side and crumpled to the floor. She took his hand, and led him to their marital bed. Bill grinned.
Fleur positioned Bill's shoulders up against the headboard. With a flick of her wand he felt shackles binding his wrists to the bed frame. Reason number 5731 why witches were better than Muggle women. She Summoned the silver-backed hairbrush from her dresser, Transfigured it into a cock ring, and slipped it on his stiffening member. Bill would have asked, "Is that the Veela's Ring?" but the cold metal on his hot genitals stole away his breath.
Fleur straddled Bill and kissed him deeply and lingeringly, pulling his long auburn hair out of its leather tieback. He could feel his cock sitting up and...saluting. Fleur pulled back. She reached out to caress first the earlobe from which his dragon-tooth earring hung, then his left nipple, which had been pierced under unremembered circumstances one night in Cairo that had begun with palm wine and absinthe. "And of course you are not afraid of pain?"
"Of course."
Fleur smiled, and dipped her head to take Bill's cock into her rosebud mouth. Bill closed his eyes with bliss as Fleur swirled her talented tongue around the head and under the foreskin. He wriggled with delight at the warm, wet suction on his prick.
As Bill began to feel in his balls the first promptings toward orgasm, Fleur suddenly stopped her attentions. His eyes popped open to see Fleur Summon a pair of tweezers from her dresser, and Transfigure it into an extremely fine, sharp needle--was she about to give him another piercing? Surely the needle was too fine for that? She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, extracting a lone strand, and threaded the needle with it.
Bill's eyes widened with alarm as Fleur brought that needle not to his unpierced earlobe or nipple, but to his still-hard cock. He gasped with pain as the needle penetrated the edge of his foreskin, only to be strangely exhilarated by a rush of endorphins. Fleur smiled wickedly up at Bill, and neatly hemstitched her new husband's foreskin with her hair.
After the initial pain and surprise, Bill groaned with delight. The needle was so fine--and Fleur was sewing with such swiftness, precision, and force--that he barely felt the needle as it slipped through his flesh. And fortunately Fleur did not stitch the foreskin to the head of his penis. He felt positively proud of his ability to endure, and even on some level enjoy these...alterations to his prepuce.
After completing her sewing task, Fleur leaned in to bite off the extra thread of her hair, and lick at the tiny drops of blood that adorned Bill's cock. Then suddenly she pulled her head off of Bill's prick and sat back on her heels. "You did not read that book of Veela lore." She was not asking a question.
"What--? Of course--"
"If you had read the book, you would know that while a man who has taken the Veela's Ring experiences exponentially enhanced sexual pleasure, he also will never be able to make love to another woman. I cannot imagine any man who knows this being so eager to take the Ring."
Bill slumped back against the pillows. While on his wedding day he didn't want to think about possible future adultery, the idea of never being able to possess another woman--after all, wizards lived so long, and marriages ended due to death or other reasons....
Fleur leaned in to kiss Bill on the cheek. "I see you are giving my words their proper due. Of course," she smiled wickedly, "I am only one-quarter Veela, so I do not know if my Ring will have the same effect. And you will understand that I could not bring myself to ask Maman if Papa took the Ring when they were married, or if it had the complete effect."
Bill suspected that his new father-in-law had taken the Ring. Louis Delacour showed every sign of being what Bill's American colleagues back in Egypt would call "pussywhipped," and being ecstatically happy in that state.
Fleur smiled lovingly and undulated forward to take Bill's still-hard prick in her mouth. Just as Bill was about to come in that beautiful, beautiful mouth, an idea popped into his head: would the Veela’s Ring prevent him from having sex with another man?